Then, a voice drifted over. It wasn't the gravelly, menacing growl she'd expected. It was... melodic. Deep, yes, but laced with a playful, almost theatrical lilt that sounded more like a bored aristocrat critiquing a painting than a criminal mastermind.
"Aah… you actually managed to grab her. Color me impressed." A soft sigh followed, laced with theatrical contemplation. "Go on, put her on the table… ah, no, wait. The lines are all wrong. Too… utilitarian. How about the cabinet? No, my neck would cramp looking up. Sigh… fine, fine. Just put her on the sofa…"
"..."
Was this guy for real? He was staging my kidnapping like he was arranging furniture from IKEA. Seriously, dude? The sofa was right there! A perfectly acceptable kidnapping-receptacle! If he wanted aesthetically pleasing, why not just go all out? A giant stone altar in the center of the room, with me laid out like a virgin sacrifice to the gods of bad taste? Now that would have some dramatic flair!
